I crave to feel a graceful touch of the sun
a drop of water,a drop of rain
bees to buzz and kiss my stigma
but am in a desert

It's windy and i sway my waist
my life is at the precipice of death
the dust from the dunes suffocates me
i pray but it feels like a palaver

The colours have changed from yellow to brown
am stamped and trampled on
my admirers are disgusted and gutted
because i am no longer beautiful

I want to flourish again
bear the brightest colours
bright as the stars on a rainy night
but am too gloomy to bloom